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The fire blows through you like a gale tearing at your organs pulling upon the strands of sanity you still claim exist. The shallow pale expression upon your hollow face says more to the outside world than your shattered mental state ever could. Sweat drips down off your brow soaking your mask, and allowing the mask of hues and shades that cover your face to drift away as though they were never applied in the first place. The clutch of a reaper is upon your heart with none to pry his grip you will surely be enclosed within the folds of black eclipsing you in a twilight of where return is merely a day dream.